Solitary Practitioner

Breath after breath,
beat after beat,
I feel the rhythm 
of my own songs
flowing through me.

Listen listen listen,
here in the company
of other living beings,
I am still solitary.
If I wait to be heard,
I will never live.

So I will practice
hearing myself.
I will practice
feeling my life.
I will practice
being
here
now.

I settle in the innate,
where nothing lies.
And everything is.
 
Earth giving form.
Fire giving energy.
Air giving breath.
Water giving flow.

I let go of before
and after to be
– just be. 

I begin again.